Page 68 of Cinnamon Strudel
“Most definitely. You could show off your work, price lists, even just have a way to reach out to you.”
Morgan went on to ask a bunch more questions, how she envisioned her website and how she saw her business growing. So far, she’d always shied away from calling it her “business,” but he was right: If she wanted this to grow into something of her own, she needed to see it as such. It was inspiring to hear him talk and to know he would have her back.
When Morgan went for a shower that evening, she too stripped down and snuck in. “Mind if I join?”
“If my answer is ever no to that question, you’d better rush me to the nearest emergency room.”
She stepped under the spray of warm water and laid her hands on his chest. He pulled her to her tiptoes, cupping her cheeks in his palms and demanding a kiss. Rivulets of water flowed over their faces and down their bodies, lips smoothly gliding against each other. This felt good, perfect even. When she pulled back, he tried to keep her, but the moment her knees hit the tile, Morgan snapped his mouth shut. Her palms pressing against his sides, she kissed the inside of his thigh. He was already hard and twitched when she lapped at his cockhead.
“Oh darlin’,” he groaned, one hand lowering to cup her cheek, the other smacking to the tile for support. “I love your willingness to spoil your man.”
His words melted her into a puddle at his feet. She sealed her lips around his cockhead, one hand bracing herself on his thigh, her other curling around the base of his erection. She slowly inched her head forward, sucking more of his length into her mouth before pulling back. When her eyes looked up for guidance, his bent over torso shielded her from the water. He was bracing himself against the wall, eyes closed and lips curled into a satisfied smile.
“You’re doing so well,” he groaned, his thumb caressing her cheek. “Take your time, darlin’.”
She slowly sucked him down, unintentionally teasing him. Thigh muscles quivered beneath her palm as she twirled her tongue, hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Do that again!”
She did, basking in the feeling of his demands. Shelovedhow vocal he was. The lack of guessing and the instant praise made pleasing him that much better. She laughed to herself, realising what a whore she was for any kind of recognition, his words in particular.
“Tell me what’s going through your mind.”
“I just realised how addicted I am to your praise.”
“You love it, don’t you? Hearing how well you’re doing.”
“I do.”
“Keep sucking my cock, and I’ll shower you with all the praise you deserve.”
He trailed off into a groan, with her swallowing him to the back of her throat. She pumped her fist, matching the pace with her mouth. As she increased her speed, instinct took over and she added a twist with her palm.
“Don’t stop. You’re making me feel so good.”
A warm shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the hot water raining down on them. Her tongue worked his cockhead, lips sealed tightly as her fist covered the distance.His knees buckled when she picked up her pace. Something salty burst onto her tongue, the flavour intoxicating. She swallowed it, realising it was precum.
“Rougher,” he demanded and when she succumbed to it, his groans morphed into a gorgeous song. “Just like that, make me come.”
Sucking harder, tongue pressing right against that sensitive gland, more flavour erupted over her tongue. His fingers moved to her neck, threading through her hair and grabbing a tight fistful.
“Don’t stop, I’m so close.”
Her hand shuttled over his length, his muscles twitching under her palm as she braced herself against his thigh.
“Fuck,” he cursed pulling the word into a breathtaking melody. “Such a good girl you are.”
Then he burst down her throat. With each pulse, she swallowed his release, slowing her hand until he squirmed from oversensitivity. Once she’d sucked him dry, she looked up at him through wet lashes, licking up a stray drop of cum. His fingers wrapped around her throat, urging her back to her feet. Lips crashing onto hers, he pushed her against the wall, his chest heaving heavily against her.
“Don’t move while I grab a condom,” he growled, only for her to grab his wrist and haul him back.
“You don’t need it.”
Morgan’s eyebrows shot up, eyes widening as he leaned in to see her clearly. “The pill is effective?”
She grinned and eagerly nodded.
“Are you telling me I can fuck you bare now?”
